John White
Gold Member
We live in the country. We have really had a run on city people comming out here and dumping their cats. We have already taken in 4 stray cats, had them spayed, nutered and shots. Plus, at my shop at another location I have two cats there that I feed and take care of. We love them all and feed them and give them good care. But we have just about had enough of it. The local county shelter will not take cats, nor the humane agency. City people wont take responsibility for their own problems. They dont realize many times when they dump a cat it gets run over, coyotes get it or it gets shot. I dont feel right about catching them and dumping them again and I feel really bad about having to kill them. One cat in paticulair, I could write a book about her, showed up here about 4 years ago, hates other cats, will not stay here at night, she leaves and stays in the woods, shows up here every moring before I go to work, eats, and rides to work with me, loves it, loves to ride in my big truck when I go out on a job. Hangs around the shop sometimes during the day, then when 5 oclock comes and the church bell up on the hill rings 5. she shows up for a ride home, she got caught in a wind storm once and collaposed a lung, got hit by a car once, broke her pelvis and rear leg, was near death, we didnt have the $40 to have her put to sleep, put her in a basket and put her under a shade tree outside, to die, she laid there 4 or 5 days suffering, fed her with a eye droper, finally one day she tipped the basket over and crawled under a neighbors abandoned car with no wheels on it. I couldnt crawl under there and get her and out, every time I took a rake and tried to drag her out she screamed in pain. Left her there for the night, next day I checked and she was gone, I figured the coyotes got her. About 3 months later I was out side and this real scraney cat jumpet down from the cats feeding dish and run, I called for it and I just couldnt believe it was "Fiesty" about half starved to death, you could see all her ribs. Nursed her back to health. Another time she didnt show up for a ride to work in the morning, I came home at noon with my dump truck and had a load of gravel to dump after lunch. I went to the job site after lunch, about 20 mi away and backed up to dump the gravel, I head a terriable scream, I thought I had backed over some ones cat. I shut the engine off, got out and looked under the wheels, no cat, raised my hood and there she was sitting back on top of the transmission, there was Fiesty. Just giving me a dumb look. I could go on with stories about her. But again I cant handle any more stray cats. And I had better get off hers because I see Fiesty comming out of the woods wanting a ride to work.
